#it may be black cat dad bias

[stinasbaldhead]

Hello! If I may, would you be amenable to expanding on your "most of you are kinda racist" tag? I do have an idea of what you're referring to with characterization for character of color, and there have been several posts about that in the fandom in the past, but I wanted to ask for clarity to know what you, specifically, have noticed. To be aware of what's happening, talk about it, correct mindsets and actions if needed

Of course, you don't have to answer and can just delete this if you'd like. No pressure. Hope you have a good day :)

hi! mostly i was referring to characterizations of the song twins and wylie and maruca. obviously posts about the issues with linh and tam have been made many times before. for the most part i think that problems with the song twins come from canon itself, but i think people in general need to be more conscientious when looking at their characters and the stereotypes that are already in them :)

and for wylie and maruca, i can't really speak on stereotypes and biases that the fandom has for them as a non-black person, but i just feel like they get put aside by the fandom a lot despite being major characters (wylie in particular)

i really feel like wylie should be an incredibly popular character in this fandom. i mean, he's just got so much... angst about him. you guys love angst. i feel like people take what makes his character so interesting and the hurt and loss that comes with him and just slap it onto another non-black character.

obviously not everyone has to be in love with wylie. but i think the reason such a hurt-and-comfort fic generating machine is ignored so much is because as a black male, he's automatically viewed as more masculine than other characters. therefore he can't be the fandom's "boohoo sad wet sopping cat" character like fitz or keefe, even though HE IS LITERALLY THE DEFINITION OF SOPPING WET SAD GOT KIDNAPPED AND TORTURED DEAD MOM FUCKED DAD WHAT ELSE DO YOU GUYS WANT FROM HIM!!!!!!!!

anyways i wish this was more eloquent but i just wrote this really quick!! these are really specific examples but i don't know how to put the general overall racism that i see into words... i'll work on that!! i also don't know how to explain the issues with fanon maruca that i see so

tldr: the song twin's characters have pretty obvious bias and stereotypes that the fandom needs to be more aware of, wylie isn't popular despite his sad cat-ness because black men are seen as more masculine, maruca's characterization makes me uncomfortable in general but idk how to explain it

please tell me if anything i said was wrong or hurtful! i am not black so you should always listen to black people before me. also i am probably biased as a die-hard wylie fan so take anything i say with a grain of salt :) would love to hear other people's opinions on this!

*also, put this in the tags but i feel like its important to say here too: sad sopping wet meow meow wylie is NOT a good interpretation/characterization its pretty shallow but he still should be getting the same treatment as other characters

[pugh-bug]

Scott Lang x reader

Chapter 2

I apologise this is a long chapter but domesticated Avengers makes me happy. If you’re reading this it’s meant to be a slow burnnn so enjoy the burning, the Tony x reader friendship and Thor being domesticated. If you like unsmashed lamps this chapter may be hard for you to read I’m sorry.

Warnings: none. unless you count archers breaking things.

You opened your weary eyes but everything was still black. Something warm was brushing against your face. You were warm... and in bed. ‘Please tell me I’m in my own bed.’ Without moving your splitting head you had no idea who could hear you until the unmistakable voice of Thor replied ‘It’s your own.’ He sounded amused. Somehow you felt well rested and more tired than you’d felt since Scott kept you up all night showing you card tricks, all at the same time. Although out of all the occupants in Stark Tower, Parker tired you out the most. The child. He was lucky you liked him.

Groaning you rolled over and face dived into your pillow clenching your eyes closed. Of course it was your bed. No one else’s smelt this good. Unless you’d gone nose blind as that weird advert went. ‘What day is it?’ You felt ridiculous asking but wasn’t this how you were supposed to behave? Youth? because Peter was in the minority being so morally well adjusted.

‘Sunday.’ That voice woke you up. ‘Y/N we can leave if you really want to sleep for another hundred years,’ you finally opened your eyes to see a much happier Scott smiling at you. Next to him was a smiling Thor glancing outside at the blue sky like a bird and a Peter looking apprehensive. You weren’t sure what as wrong with him he didn’t have the worst hangover of all time.

‘Come on get up,’ Scott spoke to you like you were five which just made you scowl... like a five year old. Looking mockingly scared Scott raised his hands up in ‘defeat’. ‘Okay don’t get up. I’ll just eat all the delicious pancakes Thor made myself.’

Thor snapped out of his bird watching trance to grunt before nodding ‘Yes. I’m afraid they are delicious.’ What did you do to deserve such generosity? And how could you resist pancakes? Oh but bed or pancakes?

‘These are amazing!’ You exclaimed (you had chosen pancakes). Thor grinned at your compliment as you ate like a rabid dog. Scott closed all the kitchen cupboards - he was such a dad sometimes - before leaning on the worktop facing you. ‘I’m glad you like them ,’ Thor remarked before finishing his breakfast and going to presumably get a shower leaving you with your favourite ant and third wheeling spider.

‘S- so I have an assignment due next month which is gonna take forever but Mr Stark-‘ as Peter launched himself into a long winded story about homework Scott caught your eye and smirked. You felt as if you were speaking in code. He watched you listen to your friends tangled tale with as much enthusiasm as you could muster despite your hangover. It seemed to amuse him.

‘And I was thinking who do I know that knows a lot about this sort of stuff? Y/N but I didn’t know how to ask y-‘

Scott gave you his best: can-you-believe-this-shit look and chuckled quietly keeping his eyes on yours. You smiled back but tried not to laugh - not wanting to upset Peter. Scott wasn’t as used to him as you were. He must have felt ancient beside someone as young and sprightly as the kid because even you felt middle aged in comparison. Luckily Peter had the attention span of a little child so before Scott could even try and think about asking him to leave he was off. Where? Chasing butterflies and doing something you did not need to know about.

You swallowed your words before they came out once Peter had left you and Scott alone. He was washing up and you weren’t even bothering to offer to do it instead. The hangover brain was strong and you didn’t even remember drinking never mind being pissed. Just as you watched him wash the final plate Scott turned to look at you. ‘You don’t even remember what you did last night do you?’

Oh fuck. Shit. What did you do? What could you have done? How could Scott tell you didn’t know? Was he turning into a psychic because of the quantum realm? It wouldn’t surprise you. Less and less shit did since moving to Stark Tower.

‘No. How can you tell? Have you absorbed Charles Xavier’s powers?’ Thank god the panic didn’t show in your voice for a change because otherwise all those oscar worthy performances you gave in the shower would have been a waste of time. Scott’s face pulled into a smug smile as he sat down at the breakfast table you hadn’t left.

‘Oh poor Y/N,’ he pulled a mocking sad face and used his creepy high pitched voice you hated. ‘Is someone confused?’ He was revelling in having the upper hand for a change.

‘Funny. You’re funny. Now tell me what I did or didn’t do last night before I throw this plate at you.’ You both knew you would never throw a plate at his cute face. It wouldn’t be worth the lecture of Steve on manners either. Steve. What could he possibly teach you about manners - they were fucking impeccable?

‘That’s not asking nicely.’

Your stomach contracted slightly as you could almost visualise the two pathways the conversation could lead to. His eyes were burning into yours with a new intensity you’d never seen in Scott before. It made your mouth dry and you cheeks burn up slightly. You felt like you’d been shoved into an oven without warning.

‘Fine,’ he refused to break eye contact with you and it was infuriating in a way. You willed him to stop as if he could in fact mind read. ‘Please just tell me what happened.’ Normally you only took this tone with Tony, you couldn’t help but wonder if in a weird way it meant you were getting closer to Scott. Atleast more comfortable. That would help you make less of a spectacle of yourself on a daily basis (not that that wasn’t fun but- ).

He told you that it wasn’t as bad as everyone was making out but you had decided to play beer pong with Thor and lost. Badly. You’d apparently cried when Clint said he didn’t want to play just dance and stormed off like a grumpy toddler who couldn’t get her own way.

‘Jeez,’

‘I know. You’re classy.’

‘I can be classy!’

Scott snorted at your outrage, downing the last of his orange juice while you sat in mock disbelief. ‘I’ll believe that when I see it.’ Okay noted. Scott didn’t think ripped fishnets were classy. Interesting. His ex wife was classy - ah let’s not open that door.

‘I didn’t throw up did I?’ You finally asked the burning question every hungover Gen Z member had to ask. He ran his hands through his dark hair but you refused to let your eyes linger for too long. ‘No you didn’t.’ This was followed by a cat like stretch he seemed to revel in performing. You heard the bones in his wrists crack and narrowed your eyes at him because you couldn’t think of what else to say. He didn’t seem interested in speaking either, he was blank. Fuck it. You knew when to let a conversation end.

‘I’m gonna shower.’ and as you left Scott alone in the kitchen to find the bathroom empty you smiled: if Scott had been 18 he would have said ‘without me?’ and thank god he wasn’t. You liked your older men immature in some ways (the fun ways) but pick me boys you could not abide. Scott was certainly not one.

After you’d sucked any joy out of showering dry by obsessing over how sad Scott may or may not be about his ex wife (or if he wanted advice) you dried yourself. You were 18 what advice could you have for the man? Middle aged men did seem to come to you for advice despite your own doubts and lack of experience. When Steve had been left out of a mission because of another fight with Bucky you practically became his mother consoling the drama queen. Tony called it ‘hilarious’ but you had a different word for the experience. That being said you wouldn’t mind listening to all of Scott’s problems on a loop on a fucking tape but bias is bias.

The walk to Tony’s obnoxiously large living room was short from the bathroom. The sound of the cold tile against your bare feet was all you could hear for a moment before the sound of-

‘Shit. Shit!’

Clint.

You entered the crime scene cold and confused, your wet hair was dripping cold down your back making you shiver. Stood in front of the tv flaming at the nostrils was a pissed off yet guilt ridden Clint Barton looking down at his handiwork. Lay on the floor was the lamp you’d bought Tony for his birthday. Smashed.

Nat was scowling at the archer lecturing him on how to carry things like a cross teacher. Wanda, Vision, Bucky and Steve were less concerned. You weren’t concerned at all it was a fucking £10 lamp. ‘Nat it’s fine it was an accident it’s just a lamp.’ You interrupted her scolding which gained you a sympathetic smile from Clint. His eyes said thank you. Nat did not seem convinced but swallowed her pride and calmed down anyway.

You scanned the room until your eyes met Scott, which you knew you needed to stop doing so often. There they were. Pointing back at you : a mixture of humour and the sadness you couldn’t stop noticing even if no one else did. You caved first and smiled at him. It was impossible not to.

‘Are we forgetting he’s a millionaire?’ Scott laughed at his own comment.

‘Excuse me, billionaire.’ Tony revelled in correcting people on how much money he had. How many cars he owned was a fun one too or how many times he’d redesigned everything in the house because he was ‘bored.’ Nat rolled her eyes in your direction which you quickly returned.

‘Really? Billionaire?’ Scott couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His voice was so high and his eyes were so wide you just grinned at his adorable face. Bless him. He knew nothing about Tony’s empire. What no one wanted was Scott’s lack of knowledge to end in a long speech from the billionaire about his life story. No one would stay for that.

‘I bought you churros. You said I had to pay for everyone’s.’ Scott sounded as if he could cry, so naturally everyone laughed. Even Vision. You weren’t sure if you’d ever seen him laugh before, it was so sweet. ‘Well I’m sure you’ll survive.’ Tony’s signature eyebrow raise was code for I’m-better-than-you.

Once everyone got up to get drinks and choose a film Scott snaked his arm onto your shoulder startling you. Everyone was on the other side of the room and no one was looking. There was a chance Tony was to see if you made a fool of yourself but you could live with that. ‘You jump so easily,’ he was not wrong. Everything startled you. ‘Did you know how much money Tony made?’

His hand left your shoulder, making you fight the urge to sigh in disappointment from the lack of touch. He sounded genuinely curious. Why he was fixating on Tony’s money you did not know. He didn’t steal anymore.

‘Everyone does. Why are you so interested? Are you planning a heist?’

Scott’s face changed. He was stood so close to you if either one of you moved there’d be no space to breathe. You wondered if he would ever fucking notice your ‘little crush’ on him or if it would continue like this forever. Would that be so bad? No. It would make more sense.

‘If I was you could be my accomplice.’ He sounded so confident. Of course it was a joke but still .. you? A criminal?

‘Hmm ... I think Nat would be a better choice.’ He smiled down at you as his hand found its way back to your shoulder. His touch, even in a non sexual way, made you feel like putty.

‘Sure she can come too. You’d be better company though, she’s a bit scary.’ You both laughed and then he was back to the sofa with the others. It took you a moment of standing around like an idiot taking Scott’s words in before you could join them.

Better company. Better company. Better company that a Russian assassin? Did that really mean much?

Taglist: @supraveng

[jellyluchi]

La Squadra as BTS members

A/N: inspired by @timetowritefic 's LS as idols post since I've been an army for a while now and wanted to see my two fav things together so I thought of this lolol. Even if anyone is unfamiliar with BTS I hope the roles/tropes of each members match up well.

Risotto: This a no-brainer, he's obviously and undeniably Namjoon. I mean big tit leader? Philosophical and articulate but also awkward and gigantic. It fits almost too perfectly. And Namjoon has recently been working out making him buff like Ris. I can also see Ris being the one behind the profound messages that LS gives with their music, given he's the leader. Also... Risotto as a rapper is a concept. His deep voice sounds gorgeous when he’s rapping or singing. Not the best dancer of the groups but he’s got moves he worked very hard on. He's definitely the one that does all the live streaming explaining LS music in depth to fans and making sure their message and intent behind every song is understood. Posts outfits under #RisottoDaily or some other hashtag with all the goth outfits he can come up with and writes long ass letters to fans in social media to thank them for support. There’s probably edits of LS pictures with his poetic quotes. Probably into cute hobbies like bonsai trees and woodworking like Namjoon and is shy when acting cute for fans. Has a gothic black and white themed studio like Namjoon’s from 2015/16, recommends some of the most interesting books where he got some song writing insp (btw his lyrical wordplay? otherworldly)

Prosciutto: I think the general consensus is that he would be Jin, since Jin is the oldest and thus everyone's "older brother." However, Seokjin acts much younger around the other members and has much more energy than Pros. But you know whose a big brother AND an absolute grandpa like ham here? Yoongi. Whenever they go to vacation it's always Yoongi doing the cooking, cleaning, finances etc. Prosci not only does all that but definitely acts as their dad. Does immaculate production for LS music and definitely was an underground rapper/producer before LS. Reviews LS albums and shares anecdotes from the studio or how the songs were produced. Fans give him 937123 different nicknames (pros, prosci,old man, old ham, ham gramps etc) and compare him to cats all the time, he doesn’t understand. Absolute savage when he needs to be and doesn't hesitate to call a single member out on anything. Especially if it’s in a game show or variety show, he’s competitive. Usually reserved but when it comes to lyrics he's calling ppl out left and right. People that bias him are just as a mean and if they have beef with other band’s fans they’ll be roasting other groups with no remorse. SUGA 93′ but make it PROSCIUTTO ‘76 if you know, you know...

Pesci: JUNGKOOK. I do not make the rules, the youngest most talented and precious member the maknae! We know Pesci has potential and he sure does demonstrate his talents as an idol. They're both shy and may be prone to underestimate themselves but when they're actually given the chance to show what they can do they'll never disappoint! Plus they're both definitely sport / gym buffs lol. Pesci getting into random sports every few months like bowling and boxing. He's also relentlessly hard working and always improving his talents in singing, dancing, rapping literally anything. Also posts a lot of covers of songs on LS website. Doted on by all the older LS members he's honestly got them all wrapped around his lil finger. When he says "bro" all 6 members turn to him thinking he's addressing them personally. Randomly changing his hair color as he sees fit like one day you wake up and BAM blonde!Pesci. Tries his hand at producing with the help of Prosciutto and Risotto, those two are pretty much his music inspiration. Whenever in interviews they ask which musician he looks up to he always says Prosciutto LOL. Just like everything else, his self produced music is also really impressive and it only gets better with each song he writes. Probably joined the company at a very young age like during his early teen years.

Formaggio: I think Formaggio is the actual Seokjin of LS. He's older so also a big brother but the "fun" big brother that gets along with everyone and isn't afraid to do something goofy in front of others to bring up the mood and make it less awkward if they're doing a show. He also surprisingly gives really good advice to the other members when they need to hear it. Also developed his voice over the years and wasn't someone with a lot of experience in the actual industry but grew skilled over time with both dancing and singing. Fans absolutely love both his self written amd cover songs. The group's video game player like Seokjin and probably has a zillion Mario figurines like Jin too lol. He jokes around on live stream or does mukbang and they're always super funny but also heartfelt. Somehow always drinking on live stream, especially with Melone. He's always joking around with the younger members the most (especially Pesci!) and has really good relationships with them. Does what he wants and may get into trouble with the managers like shaving his head out of nowhere. His self produced songs are surprisingly soft and full of emotion talking about very personal struggles that he has a hard time opening up about but they’re also upbeat.

Illuso: Maybe it’s the Michael Jackson stand, maybe it’s that he’s go dancer energy but he’d be Hoseok. Now Hobi is usually like the literal sunshine mood maker and while that doesn’t sound like Illuso, I think he’d actually be a very warm and charming presence in the group. He started out as an underground dancer who looked up to several rappers. LS was a gateway for him to become the dancer he wished to be. He choreographs almost every LS song by himself with the help of the in-house choreographers from their company. Fans are enraptured by his stage presence and performances! He’s truly a dance king and can show a lot of emotion with his body. Additionally, LS helped him become comfortable with finding his own style of rap. With Risotto and Prosciutto both being familiar with underground rap, they work together with Illuso to create a foundation for LS music and gives it a distinct style and sound that fans can recognize from the first beat. Most definitely has his own mixtape that he worked super hard on taking insp from his fav artists (Michael Jackson ofc) and it was an iconic commercial success. He even did a bunch of solo music videos and the rest of La Squadra were there to support him on set.

Melone: Known for his sensual moves and flexible dancing, he's definitely the Jimin of the group. He's sentimental plus charming and is always telling fans how much he loves them or sharing stories about the rest of the group and their activities when they’re too busy to update. Always posts on everyone’s birthday to wish them and if the fans start a hashtag to support a member’s birthday he joins in. Later they find out he got them all super special gifts. He’s also lowkey a prankster if they’re doing a game show he might want to annoy Ghiaccio and sabotage his chances of winning just for fun. Their banter makes the shows that much more enjoyable. He has a special dynamic with almost all of the members so the fans love all the interactions he has with every one of them. He’s actually pretty inspirational when it comes to talking about LS music and his passion for dancing and the arts. Looks absolutely flawless in every photoshoot, he’s the ‘it boy’ of the group. When people think of LS as a band they think “Melone and his band” LOL. Probably has his name trending on twitter allll the time. he can make any LS song sound super light and airy with his voice so he works on the songs which are the mostt lighthearted and sensual. However, he’s also been working on much darker themed songs to show fans a different side of himself.

Ghiaccio: Ghiaccio gets assigned Taehyung by process of elimination but we can work with this. Ghiaccio is a vocal powerhouse with a unique voice that attracts a lot of the fans. His friendship with Melone definitely attracts fans too because they're always doing something goofy together. His original intent with joining was to sing and act but eventually grew his talents in dancing tremendously. Has immaculate style and airport fashion so fans are always trying to find what he’s wearing and more often than not it’s some expensive brand, especially his shoes which he changes up a lot. He can hit really clean high notes and makes up a lot of the backing vocals and ad libs for their songs. He’s also very creative with the camera and a lot of the times works closely with Pesci to take photos (another one of Pesci’s hobbies). They’ve spoken about directing music videos in the future. Also makes solo music and wants to release a mixtape sometime in the future, wants to act as well, he has lots of ambitions that are possible because he’s a members in LS. He’s worked hard and patiently wants to take care of one goal at a time. Also gets embarrassed about doing cute acts in front of fans and they love to see him blush or get red from doing fanservice lol. Has a LOT of energy in concerts along with Formaggio, and Melone.

Special Case of Sorbet and Gelato: since there are only 7 members in the actual group it's hard to fit these two in. However, they can totally be the two famous BTS producers PDOGG and Slow Rabbit lolol. They're part of the geniuses behind La Squadra's best hits. Cried when LS got their first big award, posts demos and sneak peeks to songs on IG and is on like every single artist credit list for their songs pretty much. Releases remixed versions of LS songs and fans are always like “WHY WASN’T THIS IN THE ALBUM?” Known for their incredible beats that fans always try to deconstruct to find new meanings for LS music. 

La Squadra’s idol content:

Solo vlogs

Behind the scenes from photoshoots / music videos / commercial shoots

Vacation vlogs where they chill and goof off

Dance practices

Album reviews

Live streams (from hotels, their shared house, their studios)

But I think the real question is, what would idol!La Squadra's fans be named? The Homies??? Because they’re “the squad” ??

[snowflake-of-destruction]

Grass is Greener // Sibling Shenanigans 1/3

“I might be getting a divorce!” The signs of truth were there. Kairi had a cat carrier in each hand, Astrophe, the princess too good for a carrier, laid across her chest with claws dug into her shoulder, and the long strap of a duffel bag crossing her chest at a slant with the bag itself balanced against a cocked hip. Kairi’s shadow and liner were smudged and eyes too bright. Her smile was forced. Her hair was coiled in a complicated knot, but with several strands fallen out and curling slightly with damp and stuck to her face and neck,  and she was wearing a short black sequined dress with tennis shoes and no socks. She was a definite picture. 

However, her lines were delivered with the air of someone announcing that they had won an all expenses paid trip to Port Royal, and not that the life they had built was crumbling around them, so Axel thought he could be excused when it was with an exasperated sigh and a, “What happened this time?” that he welcomed his little sister through his front door and not a sympathetic and concerned, “Tell me what happened.”

“You know how Vanitas was supposed to be gone this weekend?” The carriers were already on the floor and Kairi and Vanitas’s manx, Ali, had, by all evidence Axel could see, turned to smoke and reformed outside the wire barred door as soon as it was set on the ground before Kairi had even bent to unlatch it, Astrophe running after his sister. “Is Stuffing shut in the bedroom?” All of Kairi’s cats knew Turkey was monarch of the realm, and they were proud aunts and uncles to the litter (Pumpkin, Gravy, Cranberry, Potato, and Biscuit, all of whom were supposed to have gone on to new homes by now, but Kairi suspected were to become permanent fixtures since Axel had not been able to “find the time” to secure appropriate homes so far since “They can’t just go to anyone, Kairi, and I’m not sending them to your broken home either!”) but Kairi’s old wirehair cat, Tillac, who Axel assumed was in the other carrier, and Stuffing had a rivalry that stretched back years. 

Axel didn’t even bother to nod, opting instead to ask, “Is Xion okay?” as he closed the door and then addressed his sister’s other question while bending to pick up the shoes she’d already kicked off so he could place them on the shoe rack by the door which she never remembered to do.  “No, I don’t keep Stuffing shut up unless I’m expecting Tilly, which I wasn’t.” The last was said with a pointed look. “I see you had your hands full, but would it have killed you to call?”

Kairi gaped at him. “Axel, I just took the kids and left my husband, and you manage to take his side by implying the only reason we could have argued is if I had planned something untoward in his absence, insult one of my dearest friends, imply you care more about Xion than your own sister, and whine about how my showing up is going to impact the plans I know you don’t have all in the space of seconds? Axel, your baby sister is distraught!” 

“Yeah, but is Xion okay?” Axel repeated without pause. “She’s sensitive.” He dropped the shoes in their proper place and let out a belated snort. “Untoward? Are you using a word of the day calendar so you can impress the hubby’s friends?”

Kairi released Tillac to go harass Stuffing until Turkey put her in her place, stood up, and tugged the hem of her dress down and readjusted the bodice to try and wrangle everything into a more presentable place. “Not all of us spend our days communicating only in grunts, brother dear.”

“Hey!” Axel gasped in mock offense. “I’m trying my best to teach Demyx human speech, but sometimes I have to meet him halfway.” He opened up his arms and gestured with his hands for Kairi to come hug him, an olive branch she immediately accepted, tripping over the cat carriers to throw herself in his arms. “Now tell me what happened and we can get drunk, or I’ll go threaten the bastard with a weed whacker or something.”  He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. There wasn’t enough information yet to establish whether this was a you’ll work it out moment or a you really shouldn’t go back this time with a side of you could do so much better, so he left no follow up.

“It’s really not that bad,” were Kairi’s first words and Axel could have provided commentary, but led her over the couch instead. Presumably, that meant Xion was fine. “It’s my fault. I picked a fight.”

He waited a second for more details, and, when none came, he urged her along. “Atta girl. Knock some teeth out? He has too many.”

“Axel, please.”

“Didja, blacken one of those creepy gold eyes?” Axel forced an exaggerated shudder to go with his words. He didn’t have to do much to make it happen. He’d found Vanitas unnerving ever since Kairi introduced them (or, rather, failed to, since “Guess who got married in Vegas?” did not an introduction make).

“His eyes are hazel and they are gorgeous.” Kairi sighed, picking up a wandering kitten from the arm of the couch and sitting them on her lap to cuddle (Pumpkin or Cranberry, but with Kairi’s hand covering the the top of their head while she scritched their scalp, there was no way to check the marking).

“Sure, if you’re a hawk. I bet all the lady hawks go crazy.”

“That’s my husband,” Kairi warned.

“Yeah, but for how much longer?” Axel scoffed, brushing his sister’s fight with husband off again, something he still wasn’t sure he wouldn’t regret later, though Kairi’s glare was weak enough he was confident that he would be called to post bail because Kairi and Vanitas were picked up for indecent acts in the back seat of a convertible in the middle of a car show by next week. It wasn’t like this was the first time Kairi had shown up on his door, claiming things might be over. There was a bit of a girl who cried wolf situation at this stage. He picked up his half finished beer from the coffee table and took a swig. “And I’m just saying you have bad taste. Xion excluded. Do you want to put your duffel  and the carriers in the guest room?”

“I don’t have bad taste. You have bad taste,” Kairi fired back and Axel couldn’t help but picture her at eight years old with a missing tooth and a haircut she’d given herself because he had dared her. “Your last boyfriend was literally a serial killer.”

“You have to kill three people before its serial and he was only convicted of manslaughter. Honestly, it’s like you never had a bad relationship before.” Axel’s easygoing reply of the standard line didn’t match the sudden flicker out and fade of amusement from his eyes.

“You do better with bored housewives.” Kairi patted his arm, and it was almost like an apology. “I’ll get the luggage in a minute.”

“I do fantastic with bored housewives,” Axel corrected, “but I’m usually only interested in their husbands.”

“Oh! Speaking of,” Kairi tucked her legs beneath her and sat up straighter, predatory look entering her eyes, “You started work for Xion’s brother-in-law today, right?”

Kairi smiled suddenly with too many teeth--maybe she was well suited to her husband after all--and Axel found it took all his focus to swallow his beer without choking. It occurred to him that the thermostat might have been broken, because the room was getting humid but the air hadn’t kicked on. “Weren’t you distraught?” He furrowed his brow like a good concerned big brother. “Didn’t you have a fight with your husband? You may be getting divorced. I know we don’t talk about things that bother us like a normal family, thanks Dad, but that’s upsetting news! I’m distraught! My ears are wide open.” He took one of Kairi’s hands in both of his and there was a meow of protest from Pumpkin. “I’m listening.”

Kairi pulled away and resumed important kitten petting duties. Unlike before, where her petulance was for Axel  taking things too lightly, her frustration now seemed to be at internal sources. “Sora invited me away for the weekend. Most of that duffel was already packed.”

“What about Xion?” Axel whined his bias. “She was in…” Axel made an okay symbol with his thumb and index finger and whistled between his teeth for effect, “fine form when I saw her earlier. She was wearing this petal pink bodycon number so short I saw that starfish you’re always talking about, and I think she cut her hair again, or at least did some different product. She was wearing that perfume you got her too. I thought you guys had something planned tonight.”

“Maybe she was going out with Ventus.” Kairi was dismissive enough in tone, but her lips pursed when they were done with the words and Pumpkin made a complaining noise like he’d been squeezed. 

“Who?” Axel oozed false innocence and confusion.

“Her husband...fiancé...boyfriend...whatever,” Kairi waved vaguely, more obviously disgruntled by the moment.

“Not whatever. Just because you skipped a few steps with ol’ Vani the Vain, doesn’t mean there is a distinct difference between those three things, typically one that matters to most people.”

“Just those in the relationship,” Kairi countered.

“And those with...what’s the word?” Axel pretended to think as Pumpkin abandoned Kairi in favor of him, and two more cats came bolting into the room as if summoned, sensing Dad was handing out love. “Morals? Boundaries? Restraint?”

“Van and I do have restraints…” Kairi hummed,  trailing off once the joke was made and clicking her tongue to lure Potatoes to her.

Axel howled protest and screwed up his face, playing along, glad Kairi was distracted again before she could get sad. “ Too much information even for us!”  When Kairi giggled--with grateful eyes that said she wasn’t really that amused, but was trying because she saw he was working hard to keep things light from the moment she’d walked in the door--Axel declared that part of his job done and reoriented back to allowing Kairi to tell her story. “So Vanitas was supposed to be gone so you made plans with Sora, and you were just going to leave the cats? “

“Xion was going to check in on the cats,” Kairi clarified the important part.

“You were going to have Xion catsit while you went traipsing off with the flavor of the month?” Axel stretched his mouth and widened his eyes, daring his face to stick in the clowning expression. “You’ll never get her to leave Airvent and marry you instead that way!”

“I’m already married...for now,” Kairi tokenly defended her marriage.

“Doesn’t count. He didn’t get my blessing...and he never will.” Axel was quick on both parts of the rejoinder.

Kairi ignored him as he expected her to and started to confess in a rush, “So Vanitas announces that he’s not going to the conference anymore; something about him finding out some of the last second substitutions in presenters and articles being presented when his was declined in the peer review stage...He was still published, but it’s a whole political thing with being featured in the conference. Anyway, he had to boycott on principle, so he’s home, and he told me to get ready because we were going out to dinner and we were going to order multiple bottles of wine and get kicked out of our favorite restaurant because he’s already a disgrace…his words. He gave me the opening, and I took it, because I’m panicked Sora is going to show up at the door.”

Axel raised his hand like an obedient child in a classroom to be called on, but just went ahead and interrupted even when he was ignored. “Isn’t Sora the yoga guy? Couldn’t he defeat Vani Vain with the power of friendship and love?” He hadn’t met Sora. Kairi was quite adamant that he wasn’t allowed to after he’d been a little more than politely amused at her stories. It was a fair ask since Kairi had, rightly, assumed that the only reasons Axel wanted to meet Sora were to see if he could make him cry for the fun of it, warn him off his sister, or, if he proved to be as attractive as Kairi said, sleep with him himself.

Kairi continued as if the interruption hadn’t happened. “I don’t take it right away. I get dressed, start to do my hair, and then I start throwing things from the vanity and yelling about how he can’t just order me to doll up like that’s all I am, his doll, waiting pretty on a shelf, ready to play with when he remembers I’m there. I point out he never asked me to come to the convention with him, and after we had such fun at last years’.” Axel snorted, knowing that story, and the pattern of being blocked out continued,  “And I know how many spouses come along now. I think I accused him of having an affair. I really don’t know. I half blacked out. A spirit took over, and when I came to, I was packing a bag and insulting his paper because he still wasn’t getting angry enough fast enough to justify me leaving.”

“It sounds like you handled the situation brilliantly,” Axel complimented. “So did you call Sora and tell him to pick you up here, or is the weekend off? Am I on catsitting and husband deflection duty?” He wasn’t seeing a problem yet, not even something that warranted Kairi’s overdramatic divorce line, though a troubling thought did occur to him. “If he smacked you, shoved you, laid a hand on you in any way when you started yelling at him, I will do more than threaten him with the chainsaw. He’s dead. Demyx will help me hide the body. He knows a guy, and he owes me. They both owe me. Plus, I learned some tricks from my ex.” He softened his concern and threats he was prepared to follow through with in jokes. 

“Stop thinking the worst of him at every opportunity,” Kairi snapped, and Potatoes rubbed his head against her stomach to calm her. “He just...took some low blows of his own and things escalated more quickly than I wanted them to.” She shifted uncomfortably.

“Like what?” Axel responded carefully, not wanting to supply guesses when it was a losing game, even if he came from the angle of listing reasons anything Vanitas could have said was untrue.

“It doesn’t matter,” Kairi insisted, which was a prime sign that it did. “I just might be here a few days for real after Sora and I get back. He’s coming to pick me up in an hour.”

Axel was silent a moment, assessing whether he should push Kairi to talk or hope the weekend healed the wounds, then nodded and gently lifted all cats away from his body. “An hour doesn’t give us much time. Go sit at the dining room table. Go!” He shooed her.

Kairi complied without asking for explanation and Axel went into the kitchen, grabbing two wine glasses down from the cabinet and an open half a red from the fridge. On impulse, he grabbed a few empty beer bottles from his recycling pile as well and stuck them under his arms. He continued their conversation as he rejoined his sister. “Do I get to meet Sora or is he supposed to stay outside and honk? Put your head down on the table and look listless.” He poured the barest hint of wine in the bottom of the glass he put in front of Kairi, and did the same for the one he put in his spot at the table. He arranged the empty beer bottles with the eye of an artist. “Let me go get my phone. Look sadder, but not so sad it’s unbelievable.” 

“If you want to meet Sora, take one of his classes.”

Axel snapped a series of pictures to choose from, talking to himself, “She’s doing fine, Vanitas. We spent the evening talking. Of course. I’ll send you a picture.” Raising his voice a few decibels, he gestured back to the living room. “Go lie down on the couch, cover yourself with the fleece from the armchair,  put a cat or two on your chest, and close your eyes. We’ll shoot, ‘don’t come over now, Van, she’s sleeping,’ next and then you can change into sweats and grab some board games from the closet. I’m assuming you’ll be too mad to answer phone calls from him anyway, but do you want to take your hair down and get it wet in the sink for some, ‘No, she just got out of the shower, why are you so creepy needing evidence?’ safety shots?”

“You’re seriously the best brother ever,” Kairi leaned up on tiptoes and pecked Axel’s cheek on her way into the living room.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Roxas was watching you today from the upstairs window,” Kairi tossed out nonchalantly. “Xion texted me about it. He wants to smell your hair and cook you dinner.”

“He what?” Axel stuttered and nearly fumbled his phone. So much for a steady hand and unflappable cool. The Howe he hadn’t met yet, having spoken with Isa Howe during his initial looks around and estimates for the yard, had come outside after Xion had left, and all but admitted to watching him at least as long as to comment on Xion detouring to chat with him a minute before she went to her car, and, sure, Axel had purposefully peeled off his shirt and rolled down his overalls to his waist after Roxas had went inside, hoping he was still watching, but he hadn’t seen any proof, and their brief conversation had spent a moment on shock of shared acquaintances (“You know Xion? I knew you were Kairi’s brother--she recommended you--so it makes sense since they’re close, but that’s wild. Small world.”)  and then stayed in the professional (apparently Roxas had been the one who had done the sketches Isa had shown Axel of what the garden in the backyard was supposed to look like when he was done). Maybe Axel had noticed that Roxas had eyes the exact color blue as the delphinium hybrid he had presented at his last flower show (had to keep up the street cred that he was more than just a lawn service guy and a tree and hedge trimmer somehow--even if that sort of thing was his bread and butter), and that he was pretty cut since he hadn’t bothered with a shirt when he ran outside. And perhaps, when the sun caught his hair he looked like an angel out of a renaissance painting. None of that meant anything though.

“He wants to cook you dinner,”Kairi repeated, cavalier. “Be gentle with him. I think it would be his first time out of the box in awhile.”

“I’m not…” Axel pinched the bridge of his nose, counting to keep from getting angry and only managing to count the problems he had with what Kairi was suggesting. “Is this why you recommended me to your friend? Are you my pimp now?”

“He needs a fling.” Kairi had the nerve to shrug. “You are an accomplished flinger. The only person you’re seeing right now is Demyx, and he’s just a friend sleeping in one of your spare rooms….He is still just a friend sleeping in one of your spare rooms, right?”

“Most nights.” Axel left it ambiguous whether Demyx spent the odd night elsewhere or whether the friend lines sometimes blurred. “And my best tree trimmer.”

“That’s what I heard from Ienzo.” Kairi proved the Emberson comedic timing lived well in her. “So what’s the problem with Xion and I wanting to give Roxas a hot gardener fantasy to brighten up his life? He’s a friend.”

“So many things are wrong with that, Thalassa Shell.” In times so serious, Axel had no choice but to bring out family pet names. 

A beat passed. Kairi didn’t apologize for the idea like she was supposed to. Axel didn’t harp on it more. Another question fought its way out of his throat. “Incidentally though, did he say anything else about me?”

[rayless-reblogs]

Chestnut Mare, Beware

That isn't just a cheesy title, it's a saying among horesepeople. For ages, there's been this belief that chestnut mares are the strangest, angriest, bossiest, most unpredictable horses you'll find.

Definitions:

Mares: Adult female horses.

Chestnuts: Those horses that are reddish-brown all over, or mostly reddish-brown with blond manes and tails. Not the ones with black manes and tails.

This hay-snarfing beast was found on Pixabay.

Now, this may in part be a combination of transferred misogyny and bias against redheads, both of which are silly to begin with and even sillier when you apply them to livestock. And there are lots of unpredictable horses of all colors, mares, stallions, and geldings alike. But I'm bringing it up because it is an idea you'll run across from time to time.

I first learned it when I was little, from a relative who, when she was a teenager, had a beautiful chestnut mare named Lady. Lady once wandered away from a picnic she was on and collided with an ice cream truck. She was fine.

I saw this concept borne out when I myself started riding and met Star, a chestnut mare who used to surge around in her stall going in furious, emphatic circles that benefited her in no perceptible way. Including when I was in the stall with her.

My dad, who loves European military history, once told me a story of an officer's horse who was just standing around one day in battle – and then reached around with her head and eviscerated a nearby man with her teeth. Chessie mare again.

The most famous chestnut mare in literature is Ginger from Black Beauty, an angry, violent mare traumatized by bad handling, so this stereotype could go back to the 1800s and earlier.

Black Beauty, first edition, taken from Wikipedia.

It's also true I've met chestnut mares who weren't particularly high-strung and just came across as normal horses. One was named Rose. Another one was Valentine. They were sweeties. Lots of people have met chestnut mares who were darlings to be around. Sgt Reckless, the famous war horse of the Korean War, was a chestnut mare and she kept her head amidst all kinds of chaos, including heavy fire.

Sgt Reckless, early 1950s, taken from Wikipedia.

But the stereotype persists.

Furthermore, you'll find that there's something of a bias against mares in general. Some of it is stupid, like manly men refusing to ride anything but intact stallions. But mares have a reputation of being unpredictable and headstrong. This may be because, unlike female cats and dogs, mares generally aren't spayed. Mares are the primary guardians of their foals, and a foal can walk and run around and get into trouble within hours of its birth. So it serves mares to be extremely vigilant, assertive, and territorial because that's what keeps their babies alive.  

George Stubbs, Mares and Foals in a Landscape. Note that the chestnut mare in the middle is the angriest.

This is a generalization, but many people feel that geldings (castrated males) are simply easier to work with, being much more low-key. (Again, a generalization; there are plenty of high-strung geldings too.) This might be why in movies, you'll find that the beautiful mare that movie's about is often played by a gelding.

I’m sure people who work with horses on the daily will have further insights (and possibly corrections), but these are some of my thoughts.

[maidenof-thesea]

Snakes & Butterflies | Part I

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: Soulmate Au!, Fluff, Angst, Smut (Maybe, still debating)

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: None

Note: Jungkook may not be my bias but let’s be real. He bhabie. And he knows it! I’m sorry, I know JImin is a main character and I have yet to introduce him but I promise he will appear very soon, all with good time. 

“Y/N”

“Y/N!” My mom yelled waking me up from my dream. 

“Why did you buy a king sized bed if you’re just gonna sleep on the couch?” My mom said already bustling around in my kitchen. Yuki, who almost looked annoyed, ran to the porch instead to finish her nap in the afternoon sun. “You do realize it’s already thirty minutes past noon?”

“Sorry, mom” I said stretching, exposing my belly. I went to hug her but she lifted up my shirt. “Hey!”

“You’re getting too skinny!” she said pinching my skin. “Why don’t you just move back in with me? I promise your father won’t mention marriage again. And you won’t have to take care of drunk tourists during the summer.”

I pulled my shirt down, feeling my face burn in embarrassment. Choosing to ignore her question, I sauntered over to the kitchen to see a pot of beans cooking and arroz already ready to go. I get a bowl to serve myself only for her to snatch it out of my hands.

“Don’t avoid my question!” she yelled smacking my hand when I went to reach another bowl. When she realized that I was not going to answer her question, she sighed in temporary defeat. “At least brush your teeth first.”

“Okay omma,” I said smiling, while running to the bathroom. 

“Did you watch that documentary on Netflix?” she asked, while serving me a bowl.

“Yea,” I said to the best of my ability while brushing my teeth. Once I reached for a fresh wash cloth in the linen closet, I saw my scar and I remembered my dream. Jimin. I know a Jimin, an old childhood friend, but he had moved away so long ago. But nothing more than that...I couldn’t even remember his face, let alone his Soulmate mark. So no way did I dream of a memory, but I must have dreamt of that because of my conversation with Fernando. “Hey mom, do you remember Jimin?”

“Jimin? That Korean boy you used to be friends with?” My mom said nonchalantly. “What was his cousin’s name? Jung-”

“Jungkook.” I answered. “The boy that looked like a-”

“A conejo!” my mom gushed causing me to widen my eyes. “He was so cute! I wonder how he grew up..”

She went on about how adorable he was that he must have grown into a handsome young man and that whomever his Soulmate was, was so lucky. I started to surf through my emails and I had an email from Jennie’s mom, sent this morning.

Hello Y/N, this is Jennie’s mom! I hope this email finds you okay! You probably already know that next week is when we open the cottage as an airbnb for the summer. I’ve attached a list of this season’s guests. They are all coming from South Korea this time! They should be arriving by next week but one did mention that he may arrive early since he is a student. You should expect him around 1 pm

All my love~

“MOM!” I yelled getting up from the table. “A guest is coming in 20 minutes!”

“QUE?! HIJA DE SU PU-”

“MOM! LANGUAGE!”

We started cleaning haphazardly. My mom was tidying up the living room, since she had already previously cleaned the kitchen. I ran up the stairs and got some fresh linens from a closet that I knew where Rosa, the housekeeper I had Jennie hire, kept them. I quickly sniffed them and determined them dusty. I ran back downstairs, almost tripping on the sheets.

“Be careful!” My mom yelled. “What are you doing?”

“Well Rosa doesn’t start till this weekend, so I’m gonna have to set up a room for them now!”

“You don’t have time to wash sheets!” My mom yelled as she stopped me from putting the sheets in the wash. “Just put them in the dryer with some dryer sheets and that should get rid of the dust.”

“You are a genius mom,” I said doing as she instructed. “The fridge-”

“I already cleaned the fridge and threw out old food cartons” My mom said. “I was planning on going grocery shopping for you since you work-”

“That’s fine,” I said making my way up the stairs to one of the spare bedrooms. “I’m off today which is lucky. And thanks, they may want to get groceries for themselves.” I started opening up all the windows, letting the wind in and the sun shine through. When I heard the dryer ding I ran for the sheets and ran back up the stairs and started making the bed. 

“Do you think they are running late?” My mom said dusting the furniture. “It’s been 30 minutes.”

“Jennie’s mom mentioned that he or she was a student at the university,” I said, putting the last pillow on the bed. “They may be taking public trans-” 

The doorbell rings and my body stiffen in surprise. I ran back down the stairs with my mom hot on my heels. In my hurry I had forgotten that my pajamas consisted of a tank top and shorts, completely leaving my arms exposed. I opened the door and a tall Korean boy stood at the door with a suitcase. I felt my heart drop and my blood run cold--speaking of the devil.

“Noona?” Jungkook said, cocking his head, his long jet black hair falling into his eyes. His front teeth were still the same as all those years ago. His eyes rank over my form and almost immediately, he zeroed in on my arm, the arm where my Soulmate mark should have been. Instead of surprise or even shock for that matter, his eyes were sad. Before I could even open my mouth, my mom grabbed my arm and swung me inside.

“Oh my! It’s my conejito!” My mom gushed with her arms spread open to hug him. I quickly scrambled to the coat closet to grab a jacket. “What a small world! Come on in, come on in!”

Jungkook giggled at her nickname for him and sauntered inside dragging his suitcase. He steps into the living room and Yuki then decides to greet him by rubbing on his ankles. His eyes widened in surprise and I quickly picked her up, my protective instincts kicking in.. 

“I’m sorry!” I say stepping back. “She isn’t usually this affectionate around strangers. Are you still allergic to cats?”

“No!” Jungkook said stepping closer and actually petting Yuki, to which she purred. “It’s fine! It’s not as bad as it was when we were kids.” He looked at me with a crinkle in his eyes. “I can’t believe you actually remembered that.”

“I’m not entirely sure how I did either…” I muttered as I readjusted the jacket back onto my shoulder. Once again, his gaze fell to my now covered arm. “So you are staying here for the summer?”

“Oh yes, me and my hyungs will be staying.” Jungkook said scratching his head. “They should be coming sometime next week.”

“Oh so does that mean Jimin will be coming?” my mom asked, handing him a cup of lemonade. “We haven’t seen you guys in forever, Y/N was just thinking about you and your cousin this afternoon.”

“Oh really?” He said sitting at the kitchen table. “It has been awhile, I actually just moved back to the States for school.”

“You guys moved back to South Korea?” I asked in surprise. I had always thought they just moved to a different city due to their parents' company. “I didn’t know that…”

“Yea,” Jungkook said sheepishly. “We had a family emergency.”

“Oh no!” my mom said sitting across from him. “I hope everything was okay!”

“Uhh..” Jungkook said nervously and looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

“Mom,” I said interjecting. “Don’t you have to head back home? Dad must be wondering where you are?”

“Oh you’re right!” my Mom said. “It was so nice seeing you Jungkook! Have a good time here, Y/N is such a good host!”

“Jungkook,” I said as my mom was gathering her belongings. “I already set up a room for you upstairs, if you want to settle in.”

“Okay noona,” Jungkook said smiling at me. As I followed my mom out the door, I turned around and Jungkook was looking at my arm, with a sad look in his eyes. So he saw, but his reaction was not what I expected. I closed the front door and my mom whirled on me. She smacks me on the arm.

“You should have been more careful!” She whispered/yelled. “What if he saw?!”

“He didn’t,” I lied. “I’m sorry, I should have been more careful.”

“Well, don’t forget to buy those temporary tattoos from my friend, okay?”

“I will mom.” I replied smiling while waving at her. “Say hi to Dad for me will you?”

She gives me an annoyed face and drives away. I look back at the house and I felt fear creep up my spine. Sweat started to bead at my brow, my fists were clenched and my heart was pounding in my ears. Shit. At this rate, I’ll have an anxiety attack. I took a deep breath and made my mind go blank. The sound of the waves relaxing me. I headed back inside and Jungkook was most likely in his room unpacking. As I headed up the stairs, the most angelic voice was singing, I couldn’t understand Korean but it was beautiful. Jungkook along with Yuki were in his bedroom and I felt hypnotized by his voice.

“Oh!” Jungkook said as he spotted me at the doorway. “Hi noona!”

“Hi Jungkook,” I said sheepishly, picking up Yuki. “I’m sorry about Yuki, she’s rubbing all over your clothes.”

“It’s okay,” Jungkook said, folding the last of his clothes. “She’s really pretty, so it’s okay.”

“I hope you’ll be comfortable in this room, I sort of just found out this morning that you were coming,” I said awkwardly. “I wasn’t expecting you guys till next week.”

“I’m sorry about that!” Jungkook said a little awkward himself. “I finished my finals early and the hyungs wanted me to come here early to get groceries and whatnot for them.”

“No it’s okay,” I said shuffling my feet. “If you want, I can give you a ride to the grocery store? I was thinking of going shopping by myself.”

“Really?” Jungkook said with his cheeky smile. “I would be really glad, I was planning on taking an uber!” 

“Yea,” I said smiling, his smile was contagious. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be good to go!”

Once we arrived at my favorite grocery store, Jungkook proceeded to place a matter of things into his cart: seven loofahs, seven toothbrushes, seven men’s deodorants, etc. Huh I was gonna have seven guys living with me this summer. Great. Once we both had what we needed for the time being, we headed home. For the most part, Jungkook was acting normal, or at least wasn’t acting weird. Which was even more strange. From what I could remember people always had a reaction to my lack of a Soulmate mark. Growing up, kids were cruel, Jennie was constantly getting into fights with little brats that would call me loveless and all matter of cruel things. She was my only friend and even though she had a beautiful feather Soulmate mark, she never looked at me differently. Even when she had already found her Soulmate Lisa. They were on their honeymoon in Greece. 

We had gotten everything situated in the fridge, decided to just use labels on things we weren’t willing to share, but the rest such as milk, eggs and juice we would be okay with sharing as long as we would replace whatever we finished. Next I showed him where the laundry room was, so that he could wash his own clothes, at least till Rosa started working. 

“So I typically make meals every now and then,” I stated. “But you guys are welcome to cook for yourselves. We have a visitor policy, no one can spend the night but I’m okay with it as long as you notify me ahead of time.”

“Noona,” Jungkook said, blushing as he interrupted me. “How did you get this job?”

“Um well, my friend’s parents let me stay here under the condition that I manage it as an airbnb during the summer for super cheap.”

“Friend?”

“Yea, her name is Jennie Kim, Remember her?”

“Oh,” He said rubbing his head. A message dinged and my notification sound was BB-8’s alert from Star Wars. “Oh wow, you still like Star Wars?”

“Of course! Kylo Ren is my husband.” I said nonchalant as I read my mom’s text message.

Mom[4:58 pm]: Cassandra said you can go by tonight to get a Henna tattoo since the special stick on tattoos hasn’t come in yet.

“I have to go Jungkook,” I said slinging my bag over my shoulder. “Will you be okay by yourself?”

“Of course,” he said petting Yuki. “Will you be long?”

“Maybe,” I said glancing at the clock. “I have to drive to San Ysidro.”

“What? Why?” He said worriedly. “I heard that place is dangerous once the sun goes down.”

“I have an appointment with a massage therapist,” I lied, avoiding eye contact and turning around heading out the door. “I’ve been there countless times, I should be fine.”

“Y/N,” Jungkook said following me outside. “I am not comfortable with this.”

“I can take care of myself,” I muttered a bit annoyed. “I am older than you Jung-”

“Is this about your arm?” Jungkook said grabbing said arm. “Because if it is-”

“Jungkook,” I said, taking my arm out of his grasp. “I understand that you may feel obligated to me because we were childhood friends, but please don’t pretend that you know the first thing about me.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook said, taking a step back. “But I just don’t think it’s worth risking your safety.”

“I’m sorry too,” I sighed in defeat. BB-8 chimed again and I’m sure it’s my mom asking me if I was gonna go or not. “We can talk more about this when I get back. I’m pretty sure you have questions, especially with what’s been going on lately.”

“Can I at least go with you?”

“Look,” I swung my bag around, so that I could rummage through to find my taser, to show him “I got my safety covered, plus Miss Cassandra doesn’t trust outsiders.” 

“Fine,” Jungkook sighed, pulling his phone out. “At least give me your phone number.” 

“Fine,” I agreed, reaching for his phone and typing in my number. “I’ll be back for dinner.”

“Noona,” Jungkook said. “You want to watch Star Wars later on?”

“Yea,” I said smiling. “Maybe we can watch Iron Man too.” His eyes widened in shock and he nodded quickly with a blinding smile. How has he stayed the same all these years?

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[amarantine-amirite]

Acquired Ability: Existential Crisis

People think success is a step by step process. They think there’s only one way to be successful. That’s not true. There is no one recipe for success. You just have to do what works best for you.

How will you know what works best for you? You just don’t know until you try it. How far do you have to go to find something that works for you? You don't know, so you have to plan ahead.

Planning is hard for me. Of all my ideas, about 25% are actual, coherent thoughts. I can only work about 10% of those coherent thoughts into an actual plan.

I thought tonight would be the first time in my life a plan actually worked. I was wrong. And what did I get for my troubles? Two black eyes and scratches all up my arms.

How did things go from zero to “time to hide behind a tree way out in the middle of nowhere”? It's kind of complicated and messy, but here we go.

At school, I never received any awards, because I never did any extracurricular activities. I had to work so much harder than my friends at getting my school obligations done. I had no energy left for stuff on top of that. That always made me feel a little bit broken. Since the awards you win matter to colleges, the guidance counsellor instructed me to take a personality quiz to see what type of extracurricular I'd be good at. I took the quiz, and it said that I should do drama, since the AI working behind the scenes predicted that I'd make a good actress.

You can't use an AI to predict that sort of thing. You never really know who's going to be successful in performing arts and who won't. For every person who goes on to be a famous actor, there are about 50 who don’t. Nobody talks about them. We hear nothing about them because they didn’t succeed.

Beyond AI's failing to take into account survivorship bias, we had a bigger problem with the drama department: they couldn’t seem to make up their minds.

The original plan was to do Romeo and Juliet, but Sarah’s dad didn’t want her to kiss Joshua. In response, the school changed the play to The Lion King. Due to a translation flub, we wound up with the materials to do Cats. In less than a week, they changed it to The Hunchback of Notre Dame because Cats triggered Bernadette’s fear of cats. That lasted about a day because literally everybody thought it was “problematic”. Everybody got sick of the department constantly changing the play, so we settled on doing Singing In The Rain.

I got the part of Lina Lamont. Rather than do Lina's hellacious voice as a screechy Brooklyn accent, I thought it would be funny if I did a lisp (think “I have a vewy gweat fwiend in Howwywood named Wina Wamont”). The idea was that Lina's voice wasn't just hard on the ears, but hard on the brain as well.

I thought it was funny. Other people disagreed with me. Hard.

One morning, the school sent a car to take me down to the school board’s head offices. They wanted to have a talk with me about my performance as Lina.

The car came by to pick me up at 5:30 AM. I wore a simple, purple lace dress. My hair was kind of greasy and akimbo because I didn’t really get a chance to fix it. Since I was in a situation where I had to choose between brushing my teeth and doing my hair, I went with the teeth. In my mind, keeping your gums healthy always beats out having your hair look nice.

I tuned out most of the drive, but what sticks in my memory begins when we drove down a dark road with wet pavement surrounded by lots of trees. As we continued, it started to rain outside, and the trees Seemed to close in on the road. When we passed the first sign we’d seen Since we got on the freeway, I had that overwhelming feeling I should’ve turned back.

It got dark really quickly. I couldn't tell whether it’s actually night or it’s dark enough from the trees, like in Germany’s black forest. I could feel my stomach drop a little bit when we headed through a road tunnel. Uh oh, I thought, nothing good ever happens in these.

"What do you mean?" the driver asked me. I guess I thought out loud a little too loudly.

"I mean that tunnels are kind of scary to me," I responded, "Princess Diana crashed in a tunnel. People always seem to get carjacked in tunnels, and during stuff like earthquakes and landslides, tunnels always seem to collapse on people."

“You have no need to worry about the tunnel. You should worry about how you’re going to explain your performance to the superintendent.”

As for what I would tell the superintendent, my plan was to say that I wanted to leave my stamp on the school so I would feel a little less broken inside. I felt pretty confident that they'd buy it. Now, I'm not so sure anymore.

The school district’s head office was one of those places where reality felt somewhat altered. It felt more like a pit stop than an actual destination. Even though I was in a ton of trouble, I felt unusually at ease.

I think this is why people take gap years. Existing in between two points in time or between two places actually feels good. You feel like you can and should do whatever you want.

It feels way better than being dragged into one of those situations where everything you say is the wrong thing. I know because that's exactly what my meeting turned into.

I'm not going to play that game. I'm not going to take the bait. Unfortunately, I didn't know what to do, so I walked out.

After I left the room, I got the urge to just run in a straight line. Once I went from the hall to the parking garage, I just bolted. Apparently, if you run fast enough, you can run up a wall.

Running up the wall is mostly a motorcycle thing. you have to move pretty fast to do it. The motorbike sticks to the wall because the friction counteracts gravity. if you aren’t moving fast enough, there won’t be enough friction to stop you from falling. I have no idea how I managed to run that fast.

A minute later, I could hear the superintendent say, “Janice, bring me a very long stick, we are running up the wall after her.”

They were chasing after me.

They didn’t catch up to me. I heard much clattering and swearing soon after. I think they may have needed a longer stick.

A few minutes later, I slowed down just enough that I couldn’t maintain enough friction to counteract gravity anymore. The minute I sensed that I was going to fall I stuck my arms out to break my fall, but I beaned myself in the eyes with my wrists. Much like running fast enough to run up the wall, I have no idea how I managed to do that. Also, I landed in holly bushes. The coarse leaves scratched up my arms and legs.

I felt like such an idiot, but at least I made it outside.

Outside was hot and humid, with a brisk wind and heavy rain. Thick, lush greenery concealed a chorus of screaming frogs. I continued to run until I reached a tool shed. Once I got there, I took cover.

By the time the rain stopped, morning had already come. I crept out of the tool shed, and glared at the offices from behind a tree. But that would’ve done anything. I tried to put my stamp on the school, and it fell apart hard.

Some people treat journeys such as these as vision quests where you come back with certain abilities and a new outlook on life. I don't think I gained anything other than bruises/scratching from falling off the wall and a huge existential crisis.

What makes planning a response so hard? Is my executive function just garbage, or are the people around me trying to set me up to fail? Are people reading my mind, and if so, are they doing so to conspire against me? Questions like these make me ponder the validity of my existence. How do I know what’s right when every decision feels like the wrong one? No matter how hard I plan, something will happen to make it fall apart.

@writeroftheprompts

[hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger]

You make fair points about Gwen but I also disagree with some of your arguments. I also think at times you show some shipper bias, but that's besides the point. Personally, while I also prefer MJ, I think the Ditko era Gwen was an interesting character. I find curious how in the 90's cartoon they tried to recreate the Romita era love triangle with Felicia Hardy instead of Gwen... except that in terms of characterization and design she was essentially Ditko's Gwen rather than comic book Felicia.

It’s not bias when one of the characters/relationships is genuinely better than the other.

I agree Ditko era Gwen was an interesting character, but much like the early issues of the Hulk, she was an interesting character who lacked a direction. She was functionally just a female bully for Spider-Man made somewhat more unique by virtue of also having a crush on him. But in college it was both old to have Peter bullied and also unrealistic. With the personality she had in the Ditko books there was no way realistically that she and Peter would ever have become an item unless one of them changed drastically and thus lost what made them appealing in the first place, which of course is exactly what happened on Gwen’s end.

1994 Felicia really wasn’t in design of characterization Ditko Gwen. She wasn’t a mean girl, nor a bully. At best she took some cues from Gwen in general and was from there an original character (until she became Black Cat). Her design may have vaguely been influenced by Gwen in so far as she was a regular blonde as opposed to a platinum blonde. Although she looked like that in Spectacular #83  or #85, I forget which issue but it was a Hobgoblin tie-in.

Her influence from Gwen ended with her dating Flash, being comparatively higher class to Peter and being a blonde popular girl at ESU. She wasn’t mean or a bully, she wasn’t good at science, she didn’t have a police captain Dad, she wasn’t merely more wealthy than Peter but literally lived in a mansion and her mother owned a big company and she was over all more nice than Ditko Gwen too.

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Bias and Bias Wrecker Tag

Rules: list the groups you like, your bias, and your bias wrecker. tag 10 people

I was tagged by @tanithrea who I hope is doing amazing and wonderful!!

So everyone strap in cause this might be really long. But when I get on my biases it hard for me to stop

Ultimate Bias: Onew aka the Sun

So, Mr. Lee Jinki, the reason I am here today. This beautiful man stole my heart the instant I heard his voice in the OST for To The Beautiful You. His voice spoke to me and still does to this day. His smile is gorgeous and never fails to make me smile as well. I'm gonna die when he enters the military but I will be here waiting when he gets back.

Shinee Bias Wrecker: None(?) /All

Um, I can't really choose one after Onew because I love them all so much. OT5 will be forever and as weird as it may be every time I see the moon I know it's Jjong. Key is my sass twin. Taemin is my little baby even though we are the same age 😂. Minho is a literal angel and deserves all the love. Shinee are so unique and so talented and have worked so hard. There really isn't a reason to not love them 🤷🏻‍♀️

Vixx Bias: Leo aka emo Prince

This emo cutie I have no idea why I fell for him. Other then I have a thing for shy, cuties who get embarrassed easily. Also he is one of the only idols that are *cough* taller *cough* then me. Well him and most of Vixx. But anyways I love his shynees and the head fairy. But I do adore his new found confidence. His voice is unique and gorgeous. He is a piano player too so I'm weak.

Vixx Bias Wrecker: Ken and N

What can I say Ken's voice does things to me 😍 and he is such a softie and a cutie. Hakyeon idk he is so gorgeous and demands attention when dancing. He has this power about him that's just super attractive plus he is totally a mom and I'm totally a dad despite being a girl 😂. So vixx hyung line are murdering me. Ravi is working his way in too. Vixx in general man 😍

Monsta X Bias: Shownu

My papa bear once again a shy, cutie ❤️❤️. Told you I had a type. But he is big and strong and yet seems so gentle. And like as he said he doesn't like power using atmospheres so like he is just a babe in general. But seriously he is awkwad but he puts his everything into the boys and its just such an attractive trait. He even gave up his money from his commercial filming. And anytime he is doing something solo he talks about the boys and how they are 7 and I just think that's adorable how much he loves them.

Monsta X Bias Wrecker: Jooheony

So this cutie has always affected me but it was just solidified recently when I met him at their concert in Atlanta. To this fucking day that smile he had when I gave him a high five makes me weak. It was just so bright and beautiful and I have it engrained in my mind. Also his rapping is just spot on when he growls or rolls his r's ☠️. His singing deserves so much attention. Shownu and his stage was just fire and so good and Jooheon's singing voice is just amazing ❤️

Exo Bias: Kyungsoo

So, this little goth penguin. Is me in short, male form 😂 I'm sorry but he is like 6 inches shorter then me. But I still love him. His voice is to die for and when he smiles he looks like a child. But, like when he hits chanyeol its hilarious to me. Like here is chanyeol who is twice his size and here is him cowaring to Soo 😂. I love it! Seriously though he is so caring, shy, and cute. His singing is gorgeous and his acting is amazing. What can't he do ♥️♥️

Exo Bias Wrecker: Xiumin

This man's eyes fuck with me ok! Like they are pointy, and cat like and beautiful and they affect me in ways I don't like to admit. Also shorter then me 😂 but gorgeous as fuck. Can go from man to child in an instant and it's like having whiplash. Black hair is the best look don't argue with me please. Because then I have to get prove and I'm gonna die over and over again to get the proof. Singing on point dancing in point.

OK, so I think that's it. If you made it all the way through this I applaud you. As you can see I have a type and like I'm just gonna go die in a corner now cause I had to go through all my feels. There is so much more for each of them but I would have to write like a 10 page paper for each to get everything out 😂

I'm gonna tag hopefully no one that hadn't been tagged yet @that-embarrassing-kpop-mom @pinktwinkleo @honeyjaehwan @iiikpop @vexxedbyvixx @fixxofvixx @jinkirella @jinkisbelly @shownus @soobaeks

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Story time: The time my parents physically dragged me to church at 22 via /r/atheism

Submitted April 11, 2021 at 05:08PM by imalwaysright14 (Via reddit https://ift.tt/2ODDXT8) Story time: The time my parents physically dragged me to church at 22

Sitting here on this Sunday morning, not going to church, reminds me of the good ol’ days. TLDR I had my boyfriend over, he hid in my closet while my dad barged into my apartment and physically forced me to get in his truck and go to church with him.

I was 22 and a senior at a college about 45 minutes away from where my parents live. I had my own apartment with a couple other roommates whom I never saw. I think this particular day, both had been at their boyfriend/girlfriends houses the night before, so I had my boyfriend over the night before.

Some background on my parents. I was homeschooled my entire pre-college career. We used a curriculum called Sonlight, and sprinkled in a lot of Answers in Genesis and purity studies. Basically, I was educated to be a perfect, abstinent, Christian girl who goes to church every Sunday, and submits to her husband like the good lord teaches. At the time of this story, I had my obviously strayed from the lords teaching and it was their sovereign duty to bring me back. I will note, for this story, that much of my curriculum and teaching, whether conscious or unconscious, reinforced white supremacy and racist ideology. I only note this because the boy I was seeing at the was black. I note this because I want you to know of both mine and my parents unconscious bias towards people of color. This doesn’t add or take anything away from the story, except that it may increase both my fear and my fathers anger.

So back to my story. It was about 9:00 in the morning, I’m lying in bed next to my boyfriend, sound asleep. I sleep like the dead in the morning, and apparently he does too. I start to wake up, and think I hear something, but I have upstairs neighbors, so I think, it must be them banging around. But then I hear it again and it’s definitely coming from my front door. I think, well shit, I’m not exactly at me best in the morning, but I creep out anyway, shutting my bedroom door behind me. Who do I see? My father. And I know why he’s here. It’s a Sunday morning. So I try, in vain, to talk my way out of it. But he refuses to leave. He’s says “go get dressed, I’m not leaving unless you’re with me.” So I creep back into my bedroom, crying, now terrified, because if he finds out a boy is here, I’m as good as dead. I get ready, taking my time, hoping in vain that he’ll get impatient and leave. I tell my boyfriend to just stay at my apartment until I get back. He says he might have a friend pick him up. I say whatever, and go out to see my dad. Then he asks to use the bathroom.

I freeze. Wtf am I going to do? I have the master, and my roommates shared bathroom is a disaster. So I say sure, make some excuse, maybe about the cat, I can’t remember, rush back in and tell my boyfriend to hide in the closet. Now, my closet was a walk-in closet the size of a small bedroom, so it wasn’t exactly a tight fit, but it was directly connected to my bathroom. Those were the tensest 5 minutes that whole day, and that day was an anxiety disaster.

These days, I officially don’t go to church and they don’t force me, although they do try to evangelize me. They also quite openly judge and disapprove of my decisions and life choices. I am an atheist, I am bisexual and proud, and I am going to be a civil rights lawyer.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!

[nyamvember]

TAG MASTERPOST

I was tagged by @mochikissme (sorry it took me so long to do it)

No Hallyu Tag

10 groups/artists you like besides Kpop/liked before Kpop: (IM LITERALLY THE WORST PERSON TO ASK THESE. IF IT ISN’T KPOP, IT’S MUSICALS OR MOVIE SOUNDTRACKS RIP)

Beyonce

Ariana Grande

Adele

Christina Aguilera

Fergie

Fifth Harmony

High School Musical Cast

Hairspray Cast

Into The Woods Cast

JoJo

10 favorite non-kpop songs:

Into You- Ariana Grande (The whole Dangerous Woman album tbh)

All I Ask- Adele

Bootylicious- Destin’y Child

Look But Don’t Touch- Serayah

Fergalicious- Fergie

Step Up- The Cheetah Girls (DONT JUDGE ME)

Can I Have This Dance- Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efrom

Yoga- Janelle Monae and Jidenna

Too Little, Too Late- JoJo

Heartburn- NLT

10 favorite movies:

ALL THREE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICALS

Hairspray (The one with Zac Efron)

Bratz

Johnson Family Vacation

She’s The Man

The Lorax

Horton Hears A Who

Into The Woods

The Cat in The Hat

Mean Girls

10 favorite tv shows, including anime & cartoons:

Friends

The Office

Ouran Host Club

Haikyuu!

Kuroko no Baske

Bob’s Burgers

Working!

Modern Family

Black-ish

American Housewife

10 favorite manga/comics:

I don’t read Manga or Comics

10 things you enjoyed before kpop/enjoy besides kpop, that won’t fit in the lists above:

Baking/ Cooking

Singing

Reading

Photography

Hair/Make-up Tutorials

THE SIMS 4 OMG (my best friend got me HOOKED)

Watching Movies

Hanging out with my friends (since college, we spend majority of the year away from each other, and during the summers we all work so time together is precious)

Watching TV

Crafting

Ten Tag

last movie you watched: High School Musical 2 (but let’s be honest, I performed that movie)

last song you listened to: HER- Block B (it’s playing rn lol)

last show you watched: Mr. Young (it’s on Netflix and I really just play it as background noise when I sleep lol)

last book you read?: Last Year’s Mistake

last thing you ate?: Cheddar Blasted Goldfish

if you could be anywhere in the world right now where would you be: Wherever my husband Namjoon is

when would you time travel to: The world has been fucked up, so I’d just stay here. The past was shit and I’m scared for the future of my country.

first thing you would do with lottery money: BUY A CAR OMG. Not even a fancy one either, I want the Nissan Murano

 character you would hang out with for a day? I don’t think I have one :/

time right now: 5:39 pm

first letter of your name tag

What is your name? - Caitlyn

A four letter word? - cool

A boy’s name? - Caiden

An occupation? - Chef

Something you wear? - Clothes lololol

A color? - cerulean

A food? - corn

Something you find in the bathroom? - cold water

A place? - College aka DEATH

A reason for being late? - couldn’t find the keys

Something you shout? - CAN YOU STOP (me @ bangtan)

A movie title? - Clueless

Something you drink? - Cola

An animal? - cat

A type of car? - carolla

Title of a song? - Can’t by GOT7

fave kpop songs of 2016

Blood, Sweat, and Tears by BTS

Fire by BTS

Hard Carry by GOT7

Boombayah by BlackPink

I’m Jelly Baby by AOA Cream

Boom Boom by Seventeen

Highlight by Seventeen

Lie by BTS Jimin

Begin by BTS Jungkook

Reflection by my husband BTS Rap Monster

MAMA by my second husband BTS J-Hope

Stigma by BTS V aka Kim Taehyung

Awake by BTS Jin

First Love by BTS Suga

Monster by EXO

Lucky One by EXO

Hey Mama! by EXO- CBX

1 of 1 by SHINee

Prove It by GOT7

Rewind by GOT7

Honeybee by Hani, Solar, and Luna

Firetruck by NCT 127

The 7th Sence by NCT U

I’m gonna stop here cause this could LITERALLY go on forever.

url tag (kpop edition)

o- Oh!: SNSD (Girl’s Generation)

v- Very Very Very: IOI

e- Embarrassed: BTS

r- Russian Roulette: Red Velvet

t- TT: Twice

h- Hard Carry: GOT7

e- Expectation: Seventeen

m- Monster: EXO

o- Outro: Wings: BTS

o- OMGT: Madtown

n- Not Today: BTS

j- Jam Jam: Seventeen

o- Only You: Miss A

o- One Of These Nights: Red Velvet

n- No More Dream: BTS

kpop tag

who was your first female bias? - Sunny (SNSD)

who was your first male bias? - Namjoon (BTS)

who are your current biases? (other than the ones above) - Hoseok, Minseok, Kyungsoo, Minho, Kibum, GOT7(nope, still can’t choose one), Hoshi, Heechul, Momo, Wonho, Jooheon, Hyungwon, etc.

in the entire kpop industry who is closest to your ideal type? - KIM “automatic dick” Namjoon

have you ever attended any kpop concert/fan meeting/fansign? - no TT

if yes, which group/artist? how was the experience? - N/A :/

which group/artist would you like to see live? - BTS, GOT7, Monsta X, Seventeen, Twice, Block B, SHINee, SNSD, EXO, etc.

how did you get into kpop? - I saw IGAB years ago and liked it but then it left my brain and then a friend on Snapchat posted herself rapping Hoseok’s part in Boy in Luv and I was curious, fell in love with Namjoon and I’ve been sucked down the rabbit hole since.

who are your otps? - ALL OF THEM. I’M NOT EVEN KIDDING. I SHIP EVERYTHING (except minors and my children)

when did u start to ship them? - Idk, it just happened

what is your favorite fanfic genre? - I don’t have a specific genre, but I only read Kiwi’s fics and I love all her writing (PS, you should check her out here)

what is your favorite music genre? - I like romantic songs, or rnb, or pop, or just whatever catches my fancy.

five things tag

5 things you’ll find in my bag

Lip balm

Wallet

Candy (of some sort, my friends enjoy that part)

Keys

Portable charger

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom

A shit ton of electronics

glitter

pillows

Paint

Books (OMG THE BOOKS)

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in my life

Travel overseas

Go on a Girl’s Trip

Have a “Treat Yo Self” Day

Go to a concert

Meet a Celebrity I actually like

5 things I’m currently into

Kpop

Kdrama

Photography

Crafting

Make-up

5 things on my to-do list:

Finish all the work for March in my online class

Organize my attire for Spring Break

My Korean Lessons

Idk lolol

5 things people may not know about me:

I care for friendship more than anything because friends are people who choose to be in your life so I appreciate my friends above anything.

I’m really shy and awkward but I’m super fun and chill once I get used to someone.

Sometime’s I don’t reply in groupchats not because I don’t want to, but because the service in my dorm is literally the shittiest so I don’t get things until late if I’m in my room (which is where I am 90% of the time) and I feel really bad or sometimes I’m sleep or in class (where I can’t be on my phone)

I like learning new things and trying new things, so I’m open to most things (unless I’m allergic)

I love musicals, like, ALOT

random k-pop

rules: go to this website: www.random.org/lists/ and pick 15 of your bias/faves.

mum/dad: Taehyung

sibling: Jackson

grandma/grandad: Yoongi

haunts you: Minseok

boyfriend/girlfriend: Hoseok (DEAR LORD IM IN HEAVEN)

your ex: Jin

your bestfriend: Jooheon

proposed to you: Namjoon (BLESS YES)

your boss: Kibum

random person you meet at a bar: Momo

rival: Sunny

first kiss: Jimin

drunk and singing karaoke: Jungkook

played 7 minutes in heaven with: Wonho

gave you your favourite dessert: Minho

This was long but I enjoyed it.

Idk who to tag, so if you see this and we’re mutuals....TAG YOU’RE IT!!

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